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On the Front Porch
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In the time before hookup apps, there was: Chadslist.
"What do you mean you aren't coming? I planned this a week ago. You promised you'd make time. I could've gone skiing with my friends. Now, I'm stuck alone at home because... because you're a shitty fucking boyfriend," Janet raised her phone, as if to throw it, stomped her foot, and then snarled before she returned the phone to her ear.
"Please. Let me----"
"Don't bother. I'm sick of your excuses. We're done."
"Come on, Janet. Don't be like----"
"Fuck off, Robert. Don't fucking call me again."
Janet hurled the phone against the pile of pillows on her bed. She knew she should have dumped Robert weeks ago. Hell, she should never have started dating him. Instead, she'd given him the benefit of the doubt. He'd say he was busy with work, then call late at night, looking for sex. Then, whenever she wanted to do anything besides fuck, he'd be busy again. She had started to feel used but justified it one way or another, until tonight when she finally broke and conceded he was only with her for the sex. Canceling on the elaborate date she'd planned was the last straw.
The sex wasn't even that good, at least for her. If she was going to have uncommitted sex, then it might as well be what she wanted. With someone who could actually make her cum.
"Now fucking what?" Janet ran her hands through her hair, looking around her bedroom, unsure what to do for the evening.
Her friends had gone skiing. They'd rented a cabin, and wouldn't be home until later Sunday. They were probably already drunk and fixing for a midmorning start on the slopes. Needing the time to emerge from their hangovers. She'd stayed behind, planning to spend time with Robert. Dinner. Dancing. Then sex. Not their usual sex and then sleep. If he even bothered to stay the night, usually ducking out saying he had an early morning. Now, she was alone in an empty house with nothing to do. She thought about calling some girls she hadn't seen since freshman year, but realized she wasn't in the mood. They'd only try to make her feel better about her breakup. They were nice like that, but honestly, she just wanted to move on. Robert wasn't worth mourning, or even getting drunk over.
What she needed was a guy to hook up with. She wanted to be fucked like Robert couldn't. Standing up for herself and finally dumping Robert had infused her with energy, and that excess vigor was being diverted to another purpose. She was fucking horny.
She wanted to cum. No, she wanted someone else to make her cum. Something Robert had failed at consistently. In part because he didn't like to take risks. He was boring in bed. Any time Janet saw a hidden spot in public, she told Robert about it, hoping to sneak away and get it on. But Robert was afraid of getting caught. He wouldn't take the risk, even for Janet. It wasn't that Janet wanted to get in trouble. She wasn't stupid, but she wouldn't have cared if anyone saw her. In fact, the idea turned her on. The risk was the turn on. If it was planned, then it would be boring. It had to be natural. Spontaneous. Uninvited by those that might stumble upon her and whomever she was fucking.
Maybe she could find someone who wasn't as shy and risk adverse, but where would such a guy be on a Friday night?
She did not want to go to the bars alone. She didn't like to drink and, honestly, always thought it was sad when people were alone in public. Especially drunk. More importantly, she didn't want to hook up with some drunk guy who claimed to have an eight-inch cock, the stamina of Sting, and the ability to make her cum with just his pinky. She knew better than to trust a desperate guy at the end of the night. They'd say anything to get you to go home with them.
That's when she remembered Chadslist. She'd used it to buy a bike the previous summer, but it also had a personals section. She hadn't browsed it herself, but she'd heard some guys talking about how you could post looking for hookups. It hadn't worked for them, but maybe it would for her. After all, it was always easier to get laid as a girl. At least after you sifted through all the bullshit that guys produced.
Sitting at her computer, she navigated to the "Causal Encounters" section. She hesitated before selecting to post an ad. She paused again, this time longer, not knowing what to write. She only knew she wanted to find someone who was more fun than Robert. More adventurous. But what did that look like? What was she in the mood for? She had never had the opportunity to dictate what she wanted and wasn't sure what the guys browsing Chadslist on a Friday evening would be open to. She should have known better. She should have known they'd be open to almost anything she suggested. She was the one in control.
Her panties grew damp as she thought through the possibilities. Her mind raced, dreaming up all kinds of wild fantasies. Being used by multiple guys in the middle of a party. Fucking on the desk in front of a large lecture. Swimming naked in the rec center pool... although she didn't need a guy for that one. She slid a hand beneath her waist band, slipping a finger through her slippery folds before engaging her clit. She stared at the blank form. She wanted something risky but also didn't want to leave her house. She was in one of those moods.